Library

Someone, I can't remember exactly who, told me the other day, that when they were young they realised the saddest thing about libraries is that you will never read all of the books.

It's not mean to be a twee postcard, but I think there is something genuinely upsetting about the statement as a story itself, but even more so as a metaphor for knowledge. If all answers are opinions, and questions are paramount, how can we ever come up with the right answer for ourselves? Do we just settle? Do people believe in love because its the sweetest way to say, "Hey, I've given up, I don't need to look anymore, and why should I, I've found the person I love!" Because surely that is one of the biggest questions concerning the human existence - love. We barely get by with our own fucked up perceptions and opinions, so we anchor ours to someone elses, then, a child is born as a culmination of these answers - or is the answer simply the child, then the pressure of the parents is lifted, for they are now guardians to another being capable of asking and asking, without getting answers. A cynic would say that birth is the first and greatest act of child cruelty, for they enter a world prepared to give them answers, but do not take kindly to question asking. Most questions have been asked, and most, to some extent are answered for us, but is the capacity to receive information really as important as the ability to ask?